KhepiAri

                    I had enough of sad thoughts wandering, floating and juggling my mind for last Ten months. Its soon to be a year of my tragic twist of fate,,,,,  I had been cursing my life, crying, and being jealous of my friends who are enjoying their college life, wearing cool clothes and studying in better places than me and enjoying  freedom (I didn't write the as Its not real freedom) which I had been planning for five long years, (sounds very childish from a mature writer oops blogger like me). My well wishers  advise me Try for D.U again, my reply is " No, Not at Cost of one year"   Many think my life at home is pathetic , so the words are typed to answer the stereotypical baboon heads, who think studying outside home, living alone is freedom... (I was one of them too)   But the strange question they ask "Is my present life as pathet...

                                      Long black shiny hair covered under the strain of culture, Moving in kitchen all dresses up like dolls, That's what every-other Indian household views on television..... Today I write about the Chauvinism the this daily-soaps present. In the end question is what is our  present generation learning? Who is already having a Identity Crisis of "To be or Not to be"..... What's Indian Culture on our Indian  Televisions.. 1. Perfect rather Per-fact Girl better then Shakespearean Heroine, Virtuous and free of Err. Her aim of life- "A damsel in distress"  ( slim, traditional, beautiful, super-obedient, and target of all the evils of world, Hence "to Err is Human" not applicable here, but...... ) 2. A big fat Joint-family of  minimum Fifteen(15) members, ( As if India is all...

 A family that prays together stays together.... My family is a nuclear family (technically) yet  forever a joint family of increasing number of pets , we are member of four- my beloved modern day Subarnalata Mom, followed by my short tempered Old man- Papa and Guardian-angel of me and a Shopaholic princess my elder sister.. But off course My maternal grandparents and cousin brother and sister are part of the family... Today, words are penned not for them but my other family members... Yes my pets are not just pets but my brothers, sisters, granddaughter etc etc..., So here I write about the members who cant speak, but love and love you, until they are called....   So they are... In this carnival of life, we are animals and our life a zoo, well our zoo has more creature than  zoo of others.. Jassi Well she came to us from my cousin brother's Cat Minni's first born batch,. My mom asked ...

A rolling stone gathers no moss:- A very classic proverb, explaining the importance of being stuck to one aim and achieve it till the end. Well when I was kid, I heard many proverbs in our Morality Classes every Monday. Our teacher used to tell that we should never be like a rolling stone ,which was never stationary,. If we were to change paths in every new problem we would fail in life. With this morality Gyan ( Wisdom in Sanskrit), she asked to develop our character. For example- to be attentive, soft spoken, speak up truth, follow what teachers say etc etc.... On the other-hand I have always been a twisted mind, so I have had been mending, bending, breaking the Proverbs according to my mindset-  I grew up mostly doing the opposite of what my teacher said above. Example- Fickle minded, rude- rather merciless in my words, Always speaking my version of truth- indirectly a rebel .... So Today I  present my version of the meaning of ...

A week of events has passed, from someday to someday... Finally the Valentines day is gone...  Nothing twisting happened, nothing special occurred, nothing to blush about ...... Well that's how my  14 Th February was....  I  woke up with my best friends text wishing me "Same to you sweety. "...... My Mom asking about my plans to go college ( I had no Plan to go college ). Forced by Mom I went..... My optimistic heart became pessimistic as I entered, The Huge Gate.... Well my smile was tall as the Gate..... I could see, Pink College was blushing and telling me you are destined to be without..... ( secret )  Soon I could see my comrades wishing me, and me doing same, after a while, I saw young lovers, hidding and exchanging Red roses from conservative teachers.... My Major-Mate asked her friend to bring Red Rose for her beloved.. To my Horror- The price of  the Rose had gone up to  Fifty Bucks....

                      Few days back I was coming back to home from my Tutorial, in general I have to do a break journey - have to   travel by two Auto rickshaws home. But few days back it was different, my Rickshaw-comrade was absent. So after the first rickshaw, I decided to walk home....                          Well the walk was not very long, neither romantic, nor very silent.... But I wanted to walk for channelization of my thought process. So I was walking  the Fly Over,,, the only tourist spot in my small town.... It was evening   and the view of the cars was beautiful... as if all the fireflies were marching down the road..... Then my fickle mind traveled back through space and time to my childhood... Hence I retraced the story of my first experience with rule of the road.......   ...

To be immortal .... That's something we all want ( Off course I want to be Immortal), here I am not speaking about never dying: but about never being unknown.. Few days back my Professor was teaching about the genres of  writing when he started to speak about:- Diary Writing. Now this topic made me attentive in a otherwise boring class, we learned about  Pepys's Diary - technically the first diary writer- written about science and business,. Then we came to world's most famous Diary ever written, Anne Frank's diary, a diary which made me motivated  to start my own diary. Well for an 8th grader life was really simple, so what would she write about? she wrote about the competition she won, about crushes she had, and her the then boyfriend, and to my dismay my sister was after my diaries...  , well I have been a diary collector/ journal collector . So the real meaning of Dairy came  to my life on ...